21 Days of Thanksgiving, Day 8: The Joy of dancing (even if you can’t)

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Since November is ( for those who live in the U.S.) the month of Thanksgiving, I want to take the next three weeks to make daily posts about things I am grateful for. There was an old hymn I heard growing up called “Count your blessings”. So since I believe gratitude begets blessings, (and we could use a little more of that,) Come with me as we go on this journey of thankfulness. 

“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.”
― Rumi

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One of the nicest things about gratitude is you can be grateful for the talents and abilities of others as well. So today, I appreciate the ability of others who can dance well. I tend to dance like Fred Astaire sings. Actually, that might be a bit unkind to Mr. Astaire, probably better said I dance like one of those inflatable things you see at a car dealership flailing in the wind.


I used to say Terpsichore chose not to grace me with her charms, but in truth, the muse of dance only bestowed the joy of dancing, not the ability, so yes I have been graced because I do take great joy in it. Both as an observer and as I participant when I am alone and certain I won’t accidentally injure anyone. I could go into a dissertation about the cultural and even religious importance, from the whirling dervishes of the Sufi tradition (which is an amazing thing to see live) to our own Judeo-Christian culture, blah blah but heck I’ll save a thousand words and just show you a couple pictures


Dancing is divine grace in human movement and pure joy in physical action and something I watch in awe. So thank you for the wonderful gift.

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